#with spicy moments

[lotusdumpling]

Are you having an existential crisis because you were never interested in Young Justice TV but now lack the context necessary to read fic with Khaji Da even though you read Blue Beetle, or are you normal?

#blue beetle #khaji da #jaime reyes #look #young justice tv is cool and all #but it was never quite my thing #that just means i have no context for fanfic #i cant even begin with how i wanna read more about miss martian from the comics #‟are you a white martian‟ ‟yes and no it's complicated‟ #WTF DOES THAT MEAN #I feel like I'll never get an explanation #as a mixed kid tho i choose to believe she's mixed #this is off topic #my point is god i love khaji da but ive not watched most of yjtv season 1 #much less whatever season blue beetle shows up in #im cringey and love ridiculous dumbass comic shenanigans #with spicy moments #thats why i read blue beetle! #and superboy i talk about that one a lot #aged like fucking milk #lotus rambles #lotus petals

[darqx]

Upgrading the 'polaroid magnet' idea of 2019 for 2023's Xmas card trades, these ones are made from wood and use actual magnets! Luxurious! |D All the poses are also referenced from actual party photos i've taken of other people, to add to the candid vibe lol.

The dreamcatcher is kind of a gag gift (yes the craft project i reffed here) for some friends. Since they don't have the ability to fight their nightmares i have offered to [try and] do it for them XD

Made from: Wooden craft polaroid (plus some backing MDF pieces), magnet, misc decorating items (glitter, wooden shapes, gel pens, paint etc). The dreamcatcher is just a storebought one with laminated paper mes wired to it

#art #crafts #polaroid #magnet #craft trade #christmas card trade #dreamcatcher #christmas 2023 #gifts for friends #miniature #FINALLY THE LAST ONE SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN DELIVERED #ironically all the INT friends got theirs first and the one i have to send in my own damn country took it's time getting there #tho i suppose half of it is underwater at the moment #i have to say strade's 'wish you were here' is probably the funniest magnet of the lot #for those of you who don't get the dreamcatcher thing #i have a lvl 9000 fight response in my nightmares so they tend to end up with me going aggro on anything in them #sz #on an unrelated side note i've been sharing a room with my niece this holidays #and so havent been able to look at anything 18+ whilst she's in here with me lol. i have a lot to go thru in the BTD tag later |D #or any other spicy fanarts ppl have drawn for me whop

[crystal-blogs-world]

Which view do you like most

Reblog if you love Trans

#trans moment #transgirl #transgender #spicy content #mft trans #trans pride #so hot and sexy

[beskarfrog]

i didn't expect it to be someone like you, i didn't expect you to be like me

#dinluke #the mandalorian #digital art #dinluke art #clan of three #another five second sad dinluke #i like to think that maybe this is one where luke and grogu met first and din somehow finds his way into their story #there's at least one fic on ao3 like that #or maybe din brings grogu back to luke somehow and luke is so relieved bc he's felt very alone as a jedi for a long time #alas i shant stay long #i still don’t have the bandwidth for extra stress #the fandom discourse is a little spicy at the moment and kind of uncomfy for a gnc person

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Spice is the variety of life!

[First] Prev <--> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan jingyi #jin ling #lan sizhui #ouyang zizhen #nameless red disciple #The footage from LWJ's fight was cut due to the extreme level of violence #We'll check back later to see the final results! #Ahhh congee.....warm congee with chilli flakes and soya sauce....how I miss you #Its pretty easy to make idk why I haven't made it recently. #Another fun fact about me: I *love* spicy foods. To the detriment of my loved ones sometimes. I forget how high my tolerance is sometimes #Thai chillis are a little snack for me. I could munch on those all day. #It's another depth of flavour and sensory aspect to food! It *can* overwhelm other flavours though #I love spiced chocolate a lot. I use a lot of cayenne in baking for flavour and that nice warmth. #What's the point of eating if not to feel something! #Anyways this concludes my wwx kinnie moments part 2. He's just like me for real. I would chug that congee down in a heartbeat #Sadly the juniors are made of *paper* and are rapidly burning up. SAD. Oh well #there's other teens to adopt.

[oddthesungod]

long may he reign 👑✨

#critical role #critical role fanart #mollymauk tealeaf #cr2 #the mighty nein #critical doodles #this is kinda a redraw of an old ass molly drawing i did back when this scene happened #insane moments in cr history fr fr #tali was a king for this #cw; spicy

[wander-wren]

here’s my thing about proshipping, particularly in regards to the “well you can write that stuff to process trauma, but don’t fucking post it” argument. and i’m really just repeating what many, many others have said, but bear with me.

i don’t have sexual trauma (which is, 99% of the time, what this argument is about), so i can’t speak to that directly, but i do have traumas and coping mechanisms that some people think weird or off-putting or gross. i’m also someone who needs to talk about things with some kind of audience in order to process, whether that’s my therapist or my friends or—get this—fanfic readers. often, all three! max processing, baby!

but i’ve had people avoid responding when i bring certain things up, or outright say they can talk to me about some of my ~problems~, but not Those Ones. which is fine on its face, everyone is entitled to boundaries and in many cases they may simply not know what to say.

but it is deeply isolating to feel like there is a part of you unfit for public view. especially a part of you that you still want (need) to talk about in order to come to terms with it. so i can only imagine how it feels for some of the people arguments like these are attacking.

as long as there are warnings (and YES, “choose not to warn” is, in itself, adequate warning), there is no reason why any aspect of the human experience should have to be permanently hidden and undiscussed, no matter how uncomfortable its existence might make some random on the internet.

#wren wrambles #spicy midnight moment #proship #pro fiction #not gonna cross tag it even tho i want to #not that anyone needs a reason to write anything you can do whatever you want forever #BUT #it just strikes me as an especially cruel argument when antis try to do this

[lovingapparition]

i’ve got a river running right into you.

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn

Warnings for descriptions of medical gore.

Ghost gets hurt. Ghost is touch starved. You just want to help. It’s awkward. 

NOT COMPLETE / NO BETA

It's loud in the medical bay. The lights overhead buzz, adding their hum to the sound of clinking medical instruments, shouted calls for supplies, and the pained sounds of the injured. No set of hands are still as the wounded are wheeled in on gurneys or dragged in by their fellow soldiers. There's too much iron in the air to really adhere to the stricter medical protocols, and it's a scramble for everyone to assess and treat the damage in front of them. Each doctor's movements are efficient and practiced; stitching a wound just as a soldier would clean a gun. 

Just another day on the job.

You were hustling from one sectioned off bed to another, caught in the flow of all the action in the medical bay. The thin curtains between beds did nothing to muffle the chaos of the situation. Too many bodies were moving in and out of the area, it was almost dizzying. Your section of the unit had been chaotic for the better part of three hours, leaving you no time to stop and breathe. It seems things had gone south on the recent mission. The details of which were lost on you, but they didn’t matter now.

Stepping behind a curtain, you immediately get to work assessing the situation the soldier on the bed has found herself in, and you set about putting her back together. She's only caught minor fragments of shrapnel in her upper arms and chest. Nothing deep and nothing dangerous. It doesn't take you long to patch her up, thankfully. As you work, your brain vaguely registers that your medical team must be shifting focus to the less severely injured of the bunch.

You and the soldier both breathe a shared sigh of relief as you finish up her sutures. She only needs a few, and you tell her to return in about a week to check in before they can be removed. As you fill out her paperwork with a quick hand, you notice that the sounds of the room have hushed. You must be reaching the end of the torrent of injured soldiers.

Though small, your team was incredibly efficient; working like a machine during frenzied moments like these. Every second counted, nothing could go to waste.

You briskly step into another curtained area to see a broad, masked man on the gurney. The poor bed looked like it might strain under the weight of his bulky frame and plethora of equipment. For a moment, you can't even tell what's wrong with him. Stepping closer, the scent of fresh blood hits you just as you notice the dark wetness blooming on the upper right thigh of his gray fatigues. It looks like he’s used his own belt as a tourniquet. Your eyebrows scrunch down as you move to his side, your gloved hands automatically moving to his mask.

"Are you awake? Hey-" you're interrupted with a stiff, gloved hand gripping tightly at your wrist. Looking through the skull mask's eye sockets, you can see the whites of his half-lidded eyes starkly against his eyeblack. He's staring evenly back at you.

"I'm awake," he rumbles, low in his chest as if through water, "leave the mask." The directive is clear, even through the murk of his discomfort. You're not sure who this guy is, but from his tone he clearly expects to be obeyed. You knew there was a special operations unit active out of the base, and you can only guess that he's a part of it. Those types tended to be.. odd. This guy fit the bill.

The exchange doesn't last long though, and you immediately move down to visually assess the rest of his body as you open a new emergency medical kit. "Can you feel anywhere other than your legs that you've been injured? Have you hit your head at all?" you ask, running through regular questions since he seems to be lucid enough to give clear answers. He watches you intently, blinking slowly and almost lazily when you look at him, trauma shears in hand.

He simply shakes his head, grunting what sounds like a negative response. Great, how very helpful. You sigh as you work the shears beneath his pant leg. Without even looking up at him you slide the shears up, cutting half of his pants away to reveal the mess of both fresh and congealing blood on his thigh. Without a second thought, you cut through his briefs, pushing them aside just enough to allow him privacy as you get a better view of his injuries. The belt stays for now, it’s probably the only thing keeping him from passing out. 

It's not great. He definitely needed to be seen sooner, and you're worried about exactly how much blood he's lost. Some of these wounds are deep and still bleeding. Small bits of metal are visible through the clots. You can see bruising already beginning to form on the skin around the lacerations. The hot iron scent of his blood floods your nose, thick in the air between you.

"I need help in here- I've got shrapnel, heavy blood loss and I need extra hands!" you shout to your team without looking up, busy flushing his wounds with saline to clear any loose debris. Your hands are practiced and steady, one hand deftly wiping the blood and saline as you work. The man shifts, a strained breath escaping him. You spare him a sympathetic glance, knowing this part made many uncomfortable. Why had no one tended to him? He should've been among the first.

Evidently, so is the man in the bed. 

Before you can ask, your colleague steps in and immediately gloves up before getting to work with you. Together, you clean and stitch the man's wounds. He remains almost totally silent for all of it, save for the soft grunts as he's sewn back together. Even with the local anesthetic, it's still a bit uncomfortable. Throughout it all, he peers at you, his pale eyes flitting between your hands and your face as you work. At one point his gloved hands twitch at his side like he wants to move them. He doesn’t.

Your colleague quickly removes the man’s vest, knowing just as you do that there could be more injuries beneath it. The vest goes in a chair by the bed for later. The black shirt shirt he's wearing beneath it isn't torn or bloody, but you’re aware of your colleague’s intention to begin feeling for broken ribs as you get his IV drip ready. 

His hands catch your colleague’s wrists with a quickness you wouldn’t have thought possible given the amount of blood he’s already lost. “That’s enough,” he hisses. Your head snaps up, and you can only see the tight narrowing of his eyes through the mask. Before you can react, your colleague jerks from his grip. 

"I need to get these pants the rest of the way off, and then we're done. I'll get you cleaned up and finished for the night," you explain, falling back into your doctor mindset and practiced speech to ease the tension. He makes no response to this, so you take his silence as the go ahead. It's not like his pants were salvageable anyway.

"Are you gonna be okay in here? I have to go check on someone," your colleague asks, clearly annoyed. It wasn’t anything new to have a rude patient, but everyone’s nerves were fried after the hectic shift. You couldn’t blame them at all.

You wave them off, tired. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got him. Shouldn’t be much longer anyway.” They head off, and you turn back to the man, sighing. He’s clearly had a rough night, maybe he could use the benefit of the doubt. You were certain that you’d be a bit pissy after catching some shrapnel. 

"Do you think you can get into a clean bed without ripping those stitches?" you ask tiredly as you remove your gloves. Without looking up, you move to unlace his boot. You swear you can feel him watching your fingers loosen the laces, watching your hand wrap around his ankle as you pull the boot off. His stare holds a weight in it you've never experienced before. When you look up at him, he's ready looking away.

You offer him a fresh towel for privacy as you cut his pants and briefs the rest of the way off and gingerly slide them from beneath him. They go straight in the red trash bin specifically for biohazard waste. You gingerly clean his thigh one last time and apply a thin layer of ointment to his sutures to encourage healing before you wrap his thigh in gauze. He helpfully spreads his legs enough to allow you to securely tape the gauze in place. His skin is warm, even through your gloves.

You blink once, twice, forcing the thought away as you finish up. 

"I can." is all you get out of him. You sigh, it's been a long day. His boots join his vest in the chair, and you roll a clean cot into his room. This one has a thin cotton sheet and a blanket on it. You could almost swear his head is cocked, ever so slightly, with a question, and you answer it without thinking. "You're sleeping here tonight. You've lost a lot of blood and you'll need IV fluids to recover. It's not much, but it's better than that gurney."

He huffs, you can only guess he’s annoyed, but he looks the bed over. The cushioned pad was minimal at best. He would definitely feel it in the morning in addition to whatever pain arose from his stitches. “Look, I’m going to override whatever authority you think you have here. It’s safest for us to be able to watch you, just for tonight.” It’s your turn to leave him without room to argue.

For a long moment, he looks at you indignantly, like he’s not covering himself with a thin towel and your sutures aren't in his thigh. Then the tension slowly eases out of his shoulders, and he nods once.

You don't look away as he slides his legs around to the edge of the gurney, one massive hand still covering himself with the towel for decency. It's nothing you haven't seen before, and you're more concerned with whether or not he's okay to stand without support. You step closer, clearing your throat to cut the silence.

You roll an IV pole to the side of his cot and hand the fluids you’d prepared earlier on it. “Okay, last thing and then I’ll fuck off for the night, I swear,” you tell him dryly. He huffs, a short sound that’s close to a laugh, you think. 

"I'm here, if you need a hand," you tell him, more confidently than you feel. Seeing him standing now you realize he's nearly a full head taller and twice as broad as you. Your hand finds his elbow, and to your surprise he doesn't tell you to back off as you help him ease into the bed.

A low, cut off groan escapes him as he sits tentatively on the edge of the bed. When he eases back to lay down, his shirt rides up just enough to hint at the bloom of a purple bruise draped over his side. His eyes are pinched shut as he slowly settles into bed.

He doesn’t get the chance to try to help himself get comfortable. “Here, just let me. I’ve got it.” You tell him quietly, batting his hands away from the sheets. You gingerly help him maneuver his legs into a comfortable position and tuck the blankets loosely around him. Another stolen glance at him tells you he’s still got that dreamy half lidded look. It’s enough for you to not exactly trust him with getting settled in bed on his own.

“I’m going to give you an IV to replace the fluids you lost and some light pain medication. Then we’re all done,” You tell him as you add more of those shitty military issue pillows to the bed. It’s the least you can do to make him comfortable. The local anesthetic won’t last him the entire night, and you’re certain the rest of his body must be sore from the aftermath of the mission. 

Placing his IV goes without fuss. He's slumped back against the pillows, breathing evenly as you fill out his paperwork for his overnight check in. You'd managed to fill out most of it, but you still didn't know his name or what unit he belonged to. "Hey, what's your name and unit? I need to fill this sheet out for my records,” you ask, not even looking up.

"Ghost. One four one," each rumbling word has you bristling, your face paling. Oh hell. 

"..Thank you sir." Your throat feels like it’s closing up. You don’t even bother asking for his actual name. You’d heard about a Ghost on the base, but you’d never seen him; never thought you would. It was all just rumors, something to shoot the shit about over dinner in the cafeteria. 

You wanted to sink into the floor. How could you have missed the literal skull mask? The hectic rush of the day coupled with your exhaustion must have completely cleared your brain out of any irrelevant gossip, and now it was biting you in the ass. For the last half hour you’d been practically ogling him and talking to him like he was any other soldier on the base. 

The rest of the shift moves by in a blur, it’s mostly paperwork and cleanup since everyone has been seen too. You luckily are not chosen to pass food out, so you’re saved the further embarrassment of having to interact with Ghost even more. With any luck tomorrow morning would be the last you two ever speak, and he could go back to being invisible to you, and you’d be saved from dying of embarrassment.

A low chuckle rolls from his chest, and your head sharply snaps up. You fight the urge to apologize and dig your hole deeper. You can feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you realize he’s laughing at you. You had heard rumors about his particularly efficient methods of combat and data extraction from captured enemies; some of the things you’d heard made your spine chill.

You can only smile nervously back at him and tiredly drag your hand over your eyes. You can only cling to the last vestiges of professionalism that you have left. “You’re all set here. Once things calm down someone will be by with some food for you, if you feel like eating,” you tell him, your mouth dry. He hums softly in response, and you figure the pain medication has started to take effect. “I’ll be back in the morning to check in, have a good night, sir.” 

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost #cod #cod mw ghost #touchstarved #medical gore #slow burn #fluff #this is SOOOOO SOOOOO self indulgent and that's why it's such a slow burn lol #sorry guys like nearly nothing happened #just some *gasp* charged moments* #anyways. i've got this pretty much planned out i just gotta write the rest of the goddamn thing now #AHHHH #it'll probably get spicy who knows ! #my writing

[stormynightstorytime]

**Vampire Lord Venti make me feel some kinda way >_<**

Venti gives a shaky sigh, a small smile flickering on his face as he bares his neck for his wife. Looking at her with needy and loving eyes, she gazes down on him and soon enough crawl down on the bed to meet his level.

She places her hands on his hips and slide them under what little clothes Venti had. Venti's breath hitches as his wife drags the tip of her nose on the exposed v of his shirt. With his wife's cold breath on his chest, the tip of her nose and her finger tips slide upwards. Her fingers slide onto his nipples, earning a shiver and a jolt from him. She shushes him gently before rubbing him slowly.

Venti's breath striggles to leave his throat, each second growing thicker and thicker, his eyes still trained on her, eager and loving.Her nose finally ends up at his neck, venti sighs in relief only to gasp in suprise as his wife gives a gentle kitten lick to the crook of his neck. Venti's widened eyes relax and his arms and legs wrap around her back, his fingertips gently gripping her blouse asking for more.

Venti feels his wife's liips smirk on his sensitive skin.A soft kiss causes venti to jolt, resulting in the rubbing of his nipples on her gently stationed hands. His wife chuckles and gives hina gentle shush, then giving long licks to his neck, causing him to jolt and treat his sesnistive buds even more. Venti now a bit more vocal, whimpers and whines as his wife preps him for the pleasure to come.

After a gentle couple hours his wife gives him on gentle kiss to the neck, then to his cheek.Her name slips out of his lips like the most delicate bottle of wine, then like the sweetest piece of candy. Her teeth pierced his neck, lips sucking and draining his delicious blood, his fingertips curled into fists as she grips her back spilling those pornographic moans she loved so dear.Her hands slide underneath his neck and head, supporting him as he buckles towards her touch.

A clicking sound draws his wife's lips away, he gets up after her, pulling at her arms like a desperate puppy, his beautiful blood dripping down his loose blouse. As his eyes clear from the blurr of affection, he notices a familar knight leaning against the doorframe with a smug smirk on his lips, his wife glares at the knight with familal familarity.

Venti sighs and gets up from bed, giving her a quick yet gentle kiss as a promise to return.Quickly getting dressed he follow the knight out to discuss whatever matter needs his attention now, looking back at the last second to see the immaculate image of his worn wife making herself comfortable for the night. Breath hitching, he shakes his head and leaves as she tucks herself in for another lonely night.

#venti x reader #Vampire venti #Vampire venti x reader #Vampire Barbados #Barbados #Vampire venti spicy fluff #Vampire genshin impact #Vampire Archons #Gentle spicy love #Subvention #Sub Venti #Sub Genshin #Sub Genshin men #Sub Archons #Sub Vampire #Trust feeding #Love feeding #Spicy feeding #I just love those slow domestic moments with vampires that let's their beloved feed from they cuz they love them so FUCKING much I can't. #SpicySnuggles

[zarabella73]

#spicy moments

[scarefox]

I wonder if sometimes people come over and check the Playboyy tags out of curiosity what's going on in the "porn BL" but then they get greeted by walls of murder conspiracies, analysis posts and consent + safe sex discussions instead of the expected spicy gifs.

#not to shade the 3 or 4 spicy gif sets that sneak past the tumblr filter now and then. I love you (as well as the non-spicy gifs!) #(actually would generally like some of the funny and badass or educational moments too) #playboyy the series #playboyy #bl drama #lgbtq

[layzeal]

i absolutely eat it UP that one of the reasons wwx is so hesitant to believe lwj has feelings for him is that he can't tell if lwj treats him with so much goodness and kindness because he's simply that good of a person or if there's ~something more to it~

and!! here's what gets me: he's 100% right to question that. because from all we know, lan wangji would still have protected and done everything he did even if he wasn't in love with wwx. it all comes down to his beliefs, and standing up to them by protecting him. wwx is afraid to jump to conclusions because his fears are genuinely very well based!

#seriously take a shot everytime wwx muses about how good of a person lwj is #even at their worst moments wwx still held a tremendous amount of respect for him #he's under the belief that lwj is doing this not bc he's in love but because he believes in him #and he's not wrong! lwj's love isnt shown through the grand gestures! but through the small quiet ones #would lwj still protect wwx if he didn't have feelings for him? yes #would lwj have drank alcohol and eaten spicy food and kept the rabbits he gave him? nope #and wwx slowly comes to realize this!! it just takes him time and getting to know lwj better!!! #AND IT'S SO GOOD AUGHHHH i just love their love story #i love the grandiose acts among the many quiet ''i love you's'' #anyways y'all know it already but this is a ''wwx is oblivious to lwj's feelings'' hatehouse #he's not oblivious fandom just hates a well written slow-burn love story #modao #lace speaks

[happyandticklish]

I've Created a Monster

So, I took the, maybe ill-advised, plunge, and told the dude I've been seeing for the past three months that I'm into tickling

And it turned out fucking great, I still cannot believe my luck in this area

Apologies if I rant for a bit. I have been living out my dreams for the past couple of weeks and need to share it with someone (outside of a few people already in the community who I've already told) or I will explode. It gets a tad TMI at the end, so I put that bit under the cut for people's comfort. So beware of that in advance

So a bit of background. I had been seeing this dude for about a month and a half when we got on the subject of kinks. At first just kind of generally discussing them, and eventually getting into what we're into. And I admitted that I had one that was a bit weird, not only because it was unorthodox, but also because I had a huge amount of trouble actually saying what it was, which of course spiked his curiosity. But he was really chill about it and didn't push, but there kept being tickly moments that kept popping up naturally in the relationship, none of which were lasting longer than a couple seconds. As such, mostly out of frustration at the brevity of these moments, I mustered up the courage at 3am to finally confess.

He was quiet for a bit and mostly just held me (I think because I definitely looked as anxious as I felt--I also have to give him props for having patience during the three fucking minutes it took me to confess because I was working up the courage to simply say the Word). Then he started asking me how long I'd known that I was into it, why I was into it, what appealed to me about tickling, things along that line, all of which I stumbled my way through answering. He then proceeded to inform me that he didn't think I was weird, or that liking tickling was weird, and that he had been expecting much worse and thought it was kind of cute.

After that, tickling started cropping up more in the relationship. It took a while to explain that I was totally okay with more intense tickling and that me squirming away and sometimes asking him to stop were reflexes that should be ignored (it was somewhat endearing how he would immediatelly stop to make sure I was good, if somewhat frustrating sometimes), but he eventually got it. He even briefly pinned me down once, a move he has yet to repeat, but eventually I will get up the courage to ask him to.

I had told him that I was into both doing and receiving the tickling, but also that he was under no pressure to get tickled if he didn't want to. But after a while we were cuddling when he said, quote, "I think I'm actually into this tickling thing. It feels kind of nice whenever you do it to me, and I do love how much it gets to you." And then gave me permission to tickle him, which was way more than I was hoping for

Although he is able to control his reactions and just stay still for it which is baffling to me ("well if I moved, it would stop happening??" yeah?? I know?? But most people can't do that shit 🤨)

Guys. He started looking into tools and shit. This man is researching into the community. Came to me all excited like a dork, talking about feathers and toothbrushes and the fucking Wartenberg Wheel and how he thinks that he'd may be be down to include bondage with tickling stuff (which I'd mentioned I'd be into before). He was all, "I also discovered that some people are into tickle torture, isn't that wild?" Meanwhile I'm over here like, "yeah, it is wild, isn't it, imagine that haha"

He's suggested safe words on his own too, worked out boundaries,,,,

Anyways. He's embraced this way more than I can image and I am living the dream

TMI under cut! Avert your eyes if shmexy things make you uncomfy!

He's also started tickling me while we fuck (and sometimes when he goes down on me) and my fellow people of tumblr. It makes everything so insanely intense. I have had to be like, "babe, I love this, this is great, but I cannot concentrate on any coherent goal if you keep this up".

Also definitely discovered that my ass is ticklish during this process and it is a fact that he will not let go. Not that I am complaining 😏

#tickling #personal #spicy #tickle moments #its been wild man #the most i was hoping for when i got with someone was to maybe occasionally engage in moments of tickling the same as any other couple #definitely not this #i am living out my wildest fantasies over here #he could definitely probably go more intense than he does go but i also havent talked to him about that at all as im working up the courage #hes also obviously fine saying The Word and thinks its weird but endearing that i cant say it #he does think its weird that im so weird about this #because hes so intensely okay about anything he discovers hes into #but he says he finds it cute so ill take the win #the boo ❤️

[crystal-blogs-world]

Do you love trans girls 💦🩷

Reblog if yes 🌈🌀🩷💦

#transgender #sexy content #transgirl #trans moment #thayerolinda #spicy content

[didderd]

(some middle of th night suggestive and mild nsfw)

hhhhhhhh these were supposed to all jus be mild spicy like th first two but then.. th horror drawing hh

(anyways i. need to go back to bed lmao)

#the killer drawing i actually did a few days ago but i wanted to do a few more spicy killer doodles to go with it before posting #but then a few hours ago i got th urge to draw dust. n when i was done with that one i decided to finish th trio :> #(hm. 'finish th trio'.. good choice of wording there diddered kdfjnv) #anyways #hhh #ough. killer helping y/n wash up in th shower #i'v always liked th. shower trope kdjnfvk #i feel like. #he'd b helpful at first #but he'd inevitably get distracted dfbvhj #this is th moment he gets distracted lmao #'s. up to interpretation where his other hand is 👀 #(y/n so fkn tiny compared to horror hhh) #killer sans #dust sans #horror sans #bad sanses #undertale #undertale au #suggestive #mild ns*w #didderd sins #didderd art

[gunsatthaphan]

I keep seeing so many parallels between the eclipse and only friends and the one between the eclipse ep 8 [2/4] and only friends ep 4 [4/4] is giving me butterflies in my stomach. I am so in love with them.

akkayan 🤝 sandray: finger touches

it's in times like these where I just wanna crawl into a hole and d*e tbh 😩😩

#only friends #only friends series #only friends the series #only friends ep4 #ofts #sandray #firstkhao #gmmtv #sometimes im wondering if these parallels are intentional or not #but either way im so in love with them please 🥺 #i keep saying this but theyre sooooo insanely good at the soft stuff like its making me lose my mind #the spicy stuff has been good too lol but moments like these???? out of this world. priceless.